Rewired Eyes
de Chalk Hands
It’s with this wistful tongue
I spit and murmur
Try to embrace my weight
And withered matter
Weakness is no curse
Will I ever learn
To treasure what I've made?
In your mother’s arms
Or in a hole in the ground
I'm all yours
In distorted light
I pry at rigid doors
And nothing calls
Más canciones de Chalk Hands
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A Means to an End
Don't Think About Death
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Breaking Waves
Breaking Waves
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Les Jours Passent Et Ne Me Ressemblent Pas
Don't Think About Death
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Teeth and Nails
Don't Think About Death
